Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Index,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.